At this moment, two strangers left Quantai and walked into the jungle, Jue Yuan rested on the water burden, chased after him, may I ask the two donors, if I am still vulgar, can I have something to do?

Ha...... The little monk is going to be vulgar. The pock-faced man turned around and said, it's still vulgar, and he has something to do.

Come with us to work in the Beishan kiln. The old man said it casually. Unexpectedly, on the second day, Jue Yuan took off his monk's clothes, changed into the blue cloth coarse clothes he had worn in the orphanage, and came to the Beishan kiln, and asked people to no longer call him by the Dharma name Jueyuan, but to call him by his original name Fuwa.

Fuwa asked Wu Daqiang, the boss of the kiln, to do something, Wu Daqiang was very happy, but did not arrange for him to work in the kiln, but asked him to clean up in the village house where the kiln workers often stayed at the foot of the mountain, saying that the work of picking coal and detonating mountain rocks and burning lime here was too heavy, and he was afraid that he would be too young to bear it.

He was reluctant to go down the mountain to do the kind of cleaning and sanitation work that he often did in the temple, and the old man who introduced him to the kiln spoke for him in front of Wu Daqiang, Boss Wu, although Fuwa is not very old, but quite capable, he wants to work more in the kiln, earn more money, and subsidize the temple.

Do I tell him to go down the mountain and do the cleaning, or do I care about him? Saying that, Wu Daqiang dragged the old man into a shed stacked with coal in the west of the kiln to say something, Fuwa was outside, and there was a distance of dozens of meters, he couldn't hear it, and the wind was blowing on the mountain, and there were dark clouds rolling in the sky, and his heart was also a little gloomy like a dark cloud.

After a while, Wu Daqiang and the old man came out of the shed together, they smiled mysteriously, of course Fuwa didn't understand. The old man approached him and said, Boss Wu said that when you go down the mountain to clean, you are also working, and the salary is the same as that of working on the kiln mountain, and you will not be deducted. This is Boss Wu's care and love for you!

Then I'll go down the mountain! Fuwa was a little scared about this, but she still made a statement. Wu Daqiang called the pock-faced man who was loading the lime kiln over there and said, you take Fuwa to the village and settle him down. The pock-faced man didn't understand this arrangement, but he still had to carry it out.

Fuwa went down the mountain with the pock-faced man, and saw a lake in the distance, and a row of houses hidden among the willows on the shore of the lake, so she asked if it was my place. The pock-faced man said exactly. He also stood on tiptoe, pointed to a red-tiled house and said, Fuwa, you live in that beautiful house.

I walked for about half an hour before I arrived at my destination. The beautiful house that the pock-faced man said looked pretty from the outside, and the house covered with red tiles was quite eye-catching, but it was not at all the inside, not only were the walls not whitewashed, uneven, like exaggerated pockmarks, and the floor was not hardened with cement, but only slightly leveled on the original foundation.

Perhaps because of its proximity to the lake, there was a gloomy damp smell in the house, and the footings of the walls were rudimentarily exposed, and in some parts there was moss. The window side of each house is paved with bamboo or wooden planks on a bench.

It's late spring, and the weather isn't too hot, but it's cloudy or rainy and a little cold, so the beds are covered with quilts, some neatly folded, and most of them are left to the wind. Almost every house was dirty, with confetti, cigarette butts, and dirt-laden debris, as well as undiscarded broken shoes and smelly socks on chairs.

There are 3 red-tiled houses here, and the pock-faced man led him into the one to the west, and there was also a bunk inside. The pock-faced man said, Fuwa, this is my dormitory, and you will live with me from today onwards. Fuwa said yes, wow! Then he squatted down and pushed the broken shoes that had stumbled to the side. Seeing that he was diligent, the pock-faced man was secretly happy, turned around and went out, took a broom by the wall and stood at the door, and said, Fuwa, you come out, I will hand over the labor tools to you, and your job is to clean the two dormitories where our kiln workers live.

Fuwa took the broom and began to work, cleaning the doors and roads of the two dormitories, which took more than an hour. Some dormitories are not closed, and they have to go inside to clean, and some dormitories are closed, and they are cleaned until the door is closed, but this is enough to choke, he is so tired that he is sweaty, and his stomach is hungry.

Fortunately, the pock-faced man took him to the cafeteria behind the dormitory to eat, and meat, he didn't eat it, although he came out to work now, it was still vulgar, but he developed a vegetarian habit, and he didn't want to break this fast that he didn't think was necessary.

The pock-faced man who dined with him didn't know, only one thing was clear, the table and the ground where Fuwa had eaten were relatively clean, and there were almost no meat and bones and other vegetable residues spit out from his mouth, while the pock-faced man vomited a layer on the table, and on the ground, it was ugly and dead. Fuwa quietly fetched rags, brooms, and dregs from the cafeteria to dispose of the dirt.

This canteen is specially prepared for the kiln workers in the mountains, and usually at noon, the chief clerk will load the food in a car and transport it, and most of the kiln workers will return to the canteen in the morning and evening or on rainy days.

At this time, the chief of affairs who delivered the meal came back, and when he saw that a strange young man was so diligent, he politely said, Thank you, the garbage on the table and on the floor should be cleaned up by the people in our canteen.

Fuwa said, nothing, no thanks. So he walked out of the cafeteria and came to the red-tiled room where they were staying with the pock-faced man.

At this time, a strong wind was blowing outside, and dark clouds were rolling in the sky, as if it was about to rain, Fuwa closed the doors and windows, so that no dust from outside would blow in.

Subsequently, Fuwa lay on the bunk, because he was more tired, he soon fell asleep, although the pock-faced man also lay on the bunk, but he did not sleep, heard Fuwa snoring, he sat up gently, put on his shoes and opened the door and walked out, and then reflexively closed the door, and then stepped on a crooked dirt road, through the willow forest by the lake, towards the distant kiln mountain.

In the kiln field, the kiln is opened every year to sacrifice the chimney, the so-called sacrificial chimney, is to throw a living person into the flame of the kiln and burn to death, until it is burned to ashes. It is said that this is to worship the kiln god, and the kiln god can bless each kiln lime or a kiln brick tile to burn good color and good quality, which is what the kiln owner wants.

In fact, it is not necessarily, but the psychological effect of the kiln owner, once the kiln is burned out, he is suspicious, and always thinks that he has offended the kiln god, and he cannot be blessed.

Wu Daqiang, the owner of the Beishan kiln, is like this, in the spring of this year, he burned a kiln of lime, always thinking that there was no chimney. Now that the second kiln is burned, he has secretly made up his mind that he must catch a living person to sacrifice to the chimney, and the person who sacrifices the chimney must also be a man, if he gets a woman to sacrifice the chimney, it is disrespectful to the kiln god. He has always been devout to the kiln god, and the reason why there is no chimney in Kaichun is because he did not find a suitable candidate.

On the morning of that day, when he saw a young man dressed in a coarse blue cloth come to him to do something, he whispered to the old man who worked in the shed for a while, saying that he was going to catch the young man's chimney by surprise, and the time was scheduled for the evening of the same day, so he asked the pockmarked man to take the young man to the place where they had food and lodging at the bottom of the mountain to coax him to do the cleaning work of the dormitory. The pock-faced man didn't understand Wu Daqiang's intentions yet, but the boss spoke, and he had to carry it out.